[Verse 1: Shailan]
Yeah I come like a number ten when I'm in the field but you stay on bench (Mhm)
Still catch me chilling in ends with my guys, breaking bread (Still in ends)
I don't step in no Giuseppes, tracksuit ting with Nike creps (Tracksuit mafia)
And we don't aim at arms and legs, so the doc can't fix that mess (No way)
I just got a call from Frank, said he want some drugs I'ma fix that (?) (Ring, ring, ring)
Got packs on me right now so if I see feds I'ma hop that fence (Safe)
I can tell if you're fake or real, I can see right through, don't need no lens (No lens)
And just like my bro Yardy says, now it's all making sense (True)
Come against me that's suicide (Who?)
You pick, you choose, you decide (Mm)
Straps, I got about four or five
And I'ma go hard 'til I'm forty-five (Baow, baow)
If you're gonna put money on the line
Never turn up late, I'm organised
Leave these niggas all mortified
Ballys on when it's money time (Yeah)
[Chorus: Novelist]
Who you talking to? (Yeah, yeah)
Listen up you better know who's who (Better know)
I'm getting money and I know who's who
Why you want me to notice you? (Why?)
I don't take this ting for a laugh or a joke, no way that's what jokers do (That's what they do)
I only chat when I know it's true
The little games will be over soon (They'll be done)
Who you talking to?
Listen up you better know who's who (Better know)
I'm getting money and I know who's who
Why you want me to notice you? (Why?)
I don't take this ting for a laugh or a joke, no way that's what jokers do (That's what they do)
I only chat when I know it's true
The little games will be over soon
[Verse 2: Novelist]
Got niggas that I called my friends but they pulled my leg, now they're good as dead
Fake niggas got no respect cah they cap for drip, now they're known as wet
I don't care for that yout, it's trap blud, I'll move your slat like a broken bed
I'm a South-East London vet, and I step correct
Ay hear what I'm saying, I'll beef who, better start laying low
I'm a brudda that'll have a man praying loads
Got a team but more time I stay alone
In the drama, I ain't gonna play a role
The girls feel good when I say "Hello"
Niggas talk 'bout the hood but ain't there though
Novelist can't par with a weirdo
If you don't wanna feel, you better hear bro
If you don't wanna feel, you better learn suttin
I wanna burn suttin
My turn suttin
When the heat comes you ain't gonna firm nuttin
Gang make a broke nigga wanna earn suttin
Heard them man chat wass but it weren't nuttin
Feds come around, I ain't seen or heard nuttin
Little snakes always tryna confirm suttin
Make a real nigga wanna press on a firm button
[Chorus: Novelist]
Who you talking to? (Yeah, yeah)
Listen up you better know who's who (Better know)
I'm getting money and I know who's who
Why you want me to notice you? (Why?)
I don't take this ting for a laugh or a joke, no way that's what jokers do (That's what they do)
I only chat when I know it's true
The little games will be over soon (They'll be done)
Who you talking to?
Listen up you better know who's who (Better know)
I'm getting money and I know who's who
Why you want me to notice you? (Why?)
I don't take this ting for a laugh or a joke, no way that's what jokers do (That's what they do)
I only chat when I know it's true
The little games will be over soon
